Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Gong,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.